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One thing I despise is virgin
Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb
meanin if you don't my doe
i'm a blow fa
You better heat when you hang with this villian
meaning that its when I'm chillin
Catch the
Slipped down on a banana
I seen them dead on the floor the blood's skeated to the

I was like yo how that
taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right place at the time
can turn a of a wave into a flat line
my style don't pump no
it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky
man can twist yo spleen
tell to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean
It's of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers the gin and tonic
man i so much in blasphemy
but I do what the rap ask me
Have heart, have
have heart if you dont have muscle the punk ear in the

no or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick
yet spin a cd, I try not to get sleepy
on the grind it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
pocahantes makin money for me in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace the mayor
ball court player
rapinfied sayer
you be like Nicky man no favor, poppa
I disappeare like Hopper
reappear on
pants in the heavy starch to her

t shirts with the feature
miesha it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor like the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme homie what you
man the bathroom
with the blunt dope in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run around like you playing
and you still aint
international the party crackin like its pistachios
the freaks got it poppin a fashion show
make a move with me birdy baby, the dough,
like a
i got a like a blind jacker
put a whole new six
at south pole the lock jaw
in the with the rock raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the shitty dope
dirty catapilla
weed like the sun and the moon
and I'm still trippin of that with the blood on the ceiling
catch ya
my taylors got me creepin
and rap
come through and you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block the lost glock
in the bushes of wood man u did you could
the little you got are you cold or hot
put it down with the plot, and got
and to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
and the freak the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and hard
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey sister give me some of them